I would give the last drop of blood in my body for
her."
She wants blood, and blood she must
have or die
transfusion of blood, to transfer from full veins
of one to the empty veins
of
blood so pure
the narrow
black velvet band which she seems always to wear round her throat,
buckled with an old diamond buckle
deep hiss of indrawn
breath
What do you make of that mark on her
throat?"
There was no sign of
disease, but the edges were white and worn looking, as if by some
trituration. It at once occurred to me that that this wound, or
whatever it was, might be the means of that manifest loss of blood.
The opiate worked itself
off towards dusk, and she waked naturally.
looked at me gratefully
whenever I caught her eye
You do not want to sleep?"
"Afraid to go to sleep! Why so? It is the boon we all crave for."
"Ah, not if you were like me, if sleep was to you a presage of
horror!"
All this weakness comes to me in sleep,
"But, my dear girl, you may sleep tonight. I am here watching you,
and I can promise that nothing will happen."
"Ah, I can trust you!" she said.
All night long I watched by her. She never stirred, but slept on and
on in a deep, tranquil, life-giving, health-giving sleep.
It was dark when I was able to inquire about
my zoophagous patient.
I lay on the sofa, and forgot all about
everything.
Somehow Arthur feels
very, very close to me.
DR. SEWARD'S DIARY
10 September.--I was conscious of the Professor's hand on my head, and
started awake all in a second. That is one of the things that we
learn in an asylum, at any rate.
There on the bed, seemingly in a swoon, lay poor Lucy, more horribly
white and wan-looking than ever.
the faint seemed to merge subtly
into the narcotic sleep.
how Lucy had made such a retrograde movement, and how
she could have been drained of so much blood with no sign any where to
show for it
"Now you go home, and eat much and drink enough. Make yourself
strong. I stay here tonight, and I shall sit up with little miss
myself.
In the hall two of the maids came to me, and asked if they or either
of them might not sit up with Miss Lucy.
For over and over
again have I seen similar instances of woman's kindness.
waiting for sleep. It is coming.
11 September.--This afternoon I went over to Hillingham. Found Van
Helsing in excellent spirits, and Lucy much better.
"No trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in what I
do, and I warn you that you do not thwart me.
No telling to
others that make so inquisitive questions.
more confinement of information ~ characters are also always saying don't tell, don't say anything about. etc.
Also the effect of Victorian reticence it to sequester knowledge and information
you
always have a reason for what you do, but this certainly puzzles me.
It is well we have no sceptic here, or he would say that you were
working some spell to keep out an evil spirit."
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